Spell Channeling Romane & Geschichten

She wanted to see what I was really capable of. "You got a deep connection to the spirit world," she said. "To our ancestors. To the loa. Hell, they chose you for a reason. Channel them. Channel the universe, and in turn, the gods and the universe will give you just a fraction of they energy that you can use." "Sajida, I can't. I-I can't! I don't know how!" She cocked her head to the side, "Really? The girl who achieved tempus summatum - the hardest, deadliest spell there is - don't know how to light a little cigarette?"

As the witch from the old religion, Nadia was the most powerful of the witches there. She chanted a spell whispering slowly with her eyes closed and her hands put together as if in prayer. The other witches could feel their powers leaving them bit by bit and that is when they realized Nadia was channelling the power of their ancestors. For them to remain standing they had to grip each other’s hands. Channelling takes a lot from the ones you are channelling, and the regents were no different.

Lars thought it resembled a magic spell circle that Rachelia usually cast, but this was overflowing with aether energy, his own Scion Force. 'It is complete, my Scion. The divine spell that can counter this silver curse.' Lars' hand reached out to the spell circle. "Woah... how do I use this?" 'Conjure the runes in your mind and focus on it. Materialize the spell through your Scion Force.'

Lancelot asked, "It's an interesting question that we have been thinking about a lot." "Still, it's on the right direction, I think." Erebus nodded. With only Kitty's power and his own, they had come to the furthest already. But they DID kind of cheated -- their soul was linked, so Kitty didn't have to lose energy on the way out. "Yes, we know it is." Lancelot said, "Do you know there was a spell that could link people's soul together?" What?! "Yes, as a myth, but people talk about it." Lancelot laughed at the surprising look on Erebus's face, "If our soul could be linked, then we could pass magic power through the link, so --"

One from her various readings springing to mind, Chiri ruminated over the details of the spell for a moment before speaking again. “I don’t need to cast it though.” Chiri observed, glancing down at her own shadow. Her eyes fell on its wavering shape coldly, before moving she fingers slowly in a pattern in the air above it. “Dim companion, no longer shall you follow me. Tis, at this time I rid you of my company, so mote it be. Sevurn uram.” Unaccustomed to issuing spells aloud, Chiri whispered the words carefully. Unsure of whether the method would actually work, the response swiftly came in the form of an anguished hiss from Amelia.

“It doesn’t obey rules. It listens to intent. That means you must be more aware of your emotions than ever. One wrong feeling and you could summon another storm.” She waved a hand. Glyphs lit up. A training target appeared. “Start with this. Channel your energy into the glyph and speak the word: Feyrala.” I nodded. Breathed in. Focused. “Feyrala.” A pulse of light exploded from my palm, hitting the target dead center. It shook, but didn’t break. “Again.” We ran through spell after spell. Arqessa for shielding. Zariel for light blades. I mastered the simple ones fast. It was the advanced spells that pushed me.

It wasn’t trying to control me; it was remembering itself through me. Angela stepped closer, her palms raised, silver symbols flickering beneath her skin. “Selena, can you hear me?” she asked, voice trembling slightly. “You’re channeling something far older than your mother’s line. You have to steady it before it consumes you.” I turned toward her, and the moment our eyes met, the fire dimmed to a faint glow. It was as if the power obeyed not my fear, but my focus.

My data didn’t show any sub; it just showed a negative mark. I shook my head. “I don’t know.” “Maybe you’re a shifter, Maddie. But you just haven’t been able to do it yet. Or probably a psyon.” “What if I’m a channeler?” Ash shook her head. “All channelers manifest their power when they pass their golden age. Mostly around six years old.” Hmm, I guess I’m definitely not a channeler. But spending time trying to figure out what I might be felt like a waste of time. I’d rather learn self-defense.

I pointed my finger and Micheal seemed troubled as he got on his feet again. " taught you, Spells, like what? " He was serious all of a sudden, clenching his hand on the spear. " Aging spell, immortality spell, healing, growing plants, I also wash the dishes without washing them, you know what I mean. " I smiled, grateful I have such unique powers. However, Michael didn't smile. " What else he taught you? " I feel bad all of a sudden. " I'm not in trouble, am I? I never hurt anyone. "

I’m used to drawing from my own magic and directing it however I see fit, but channelling my baby’s magic isn’t something I’ve had a lot of experience with. I close my eyes and instead of focusing on the electricity moving through me, I focus on the connection between me and the baby. I clear my mind, anchoring myself as I try to feel where the baby’s energy melds with my own. The more I focus on it, the more I sense the deep tether that ties our essrams to one another. I reach out for that tether and use it to feel for the source of the electricity, channelling it not just through my body but through my very being. I open my eyes, look down at the cuff and project that charge through my fin